Time Doth Waste
She is trapped in solitude as finite time continues to flow towards its inevitable end.
She is trapped in solitude as finite time continues to flow towards its inevitable end.
A tormented woman is surrounded by voices of all volumes and motives. Her mind is breaking. She can’t take it anymore!
On the stage of life, we are not always in control. There are others who pull all the strings. Perhaps they have been pulling them for far too long.
A surreal artwork of a woman watching her tiny dancer who is trapped in the music box.
The love may have been lost long ago, but the heart will always remain; broken but never empty.